(Cut to Mr. Glans who is sitting next to a fully practical old
8ram home projector. There is a knock at the door. He switches the
projector off and hides it furtively. He is sitting in an office,
with a placard saying 'Exchange and Man, Editor' on his desk. He
points to it rather gloriously.)
Glans: Hello, come in. (enter Bee, a young aspirant job
hunter) Ah, hello, hello, how much do you want for that
Bee: Well, I...
Glans: All right then, the briefcase and the umbrella. A
river down, must be my final offer.
Bee: Well, I don't want to sell them. I've come for a job.
Glans: Oh, take a seat, take a seat.
Bee: Thank you.
Glans: I see you chose the canvas chair with the aluminum
frame. I'll throw that in and a river, for the briefcase and the
umbrella ... no, make it fair, the briefcase and the umbrella and
the two pens in your breast pocket and the chair's yours and a river
and a pair of ex-German U-boat commando's binoculars.
Bee: Really, they are not for sale.
Glans: Not for sale, what does that mean?
Bee: I came about the advertisement for the job of
Glans: Oh yeah, right. Ah, OK, ah. How much experience in
Bee: Five years.
Glans: Right, typing speed?
Glans: 0 Levels?
Glans: A Levels?
Glans: Right... Well, I'll give you the job, and the
chair, and an all-wool ex-army sleeping bag ... for the briefcase,
umbrella, the pens in your breast pocket and your string vest.
Bee: When do I start?
Bee: That's marvellous.
Glans: If you throw in the shoes as well. (presses
intercom) Hello, er ... Miss Johnson? Could we have two coffees
and biscuits please?
Miss Johnson: (over intercom) One coffee and one
biscuit for the two ex-army greatcoats and the alarm clock on the
Glans: Two ex-army greatcoats and the alarm clock and a
table lamp, for two coffees and biscuits.
(ANIMATION: an elderly secretary at a desk in an empty room.)
Miss Johnson: Two greatcoats and two table lamps.
(Cut back to real office.)
Glans: Two greatcoats, one table lamp and a desert boat.
(Cut back to cartoon.)
Miss Johnson: For two 'coffees and biscuits? Office.
Miss Johnson: Done.
Voice Over: So Miss Johnson returned to her typing and
dreamed her little dreamy dreams, unaware as she was of the cruel
trick fate had in store for her. For Miss Johnson was about to fall
victim of the dreaded international Chinese Communist Conspiracy.
(lots of little yellow men pour into the office) Yes, these
fanatical thieves under the leadership of the so-called Moo Tse-tung
(who appears in the animation) had caught Miss Johnson off
guard for one brief but fatal moment and destroyed her. (Miss
Johnson is submerged in a tide of yellow men) Just as they are
ready to do anytime free men anywhere waver in their defense of